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This is an early version of a doll I produce and is intended to be used by printing it out and building on top of it with two part Apoxie sc

This is an early version of a doll I produce and is intended to be used by printing it out and building on top of it with two part Apoxie sculpt or Milliput or something similar. It can also be imported into a 3d program of your choice and modified.

This model has been printed and tested in the past, however if you have problems with it please let me know. She has her stringing channels, magnet positions in her face, and she's been hollowed in order to save on resin used.

Right now the doll is 16in, however you can use the Bounding Box file in order to adjust it to the scale you want, note the percentage you are enlarging it and apply that percentage to all the other parts in the slicer of your choice.

YOU ARE WELCOME TO: sell printed copies of the doll, make casts of an altered print to sell, print a doll for a customer

YOU CANNOT: make a cast of the printed doll without making significant changes to the doll that has been printed. You cannot sell the files, changed or not, in a digital format. Only prints may be sold.

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nadiasna7

Phoenix is very Elle Woods coded

malefixium

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

charlesoberonn

In 1518, an artist would be commissioned to paint the duke’s daughters.

In 2018, they’re commissioned to draw his descendant’s fursona.

charlesoberonn

It was unintentional, but I accidentally made it seem like an immortal artist has been doing commissions for the same noble family for 500 years and I find that idea amusing.

computervsworldarchive

the immortal artist started out doing cave paintings of animal gods and is finally relieved when they can go back to drawing furries

depsidase

revanchistsuperstar

I have a client who was diagnosed with literal LIVER CANCER, aka one of the deadliest, and normally so hard to treat. Famously killed David Bowie and Alan Rickman both.

He was given MONTHS to live, but then ended up being one of the first people in the state to get a state of the art infusion therapy for his cancer.

It’s been over a year, and his tumors have shrunk so much they are no longer detectable.

That used to be UNHEARD OF.

Federal funding is the only reason that happened.

Like Jesus Christ.

the-clumsywitch

victusinveritas

catchymemes

yahooo-official

shut up

foldingfittedsheets

Working at the sex shop really did rewire my brain. There was basically no topic that was too taboo to talk about, and what little propriety I’d had evaporated. I’d be out walking and chatting with friends about erotica I’d had to read that day only to be shushed and realize people were staring at me.

It always struck me as a little bit silly but I learned to curb myself for others comfort levels. Mostly.

But I have one distinct memory of decorating holiday cookies with my parents and my grandmother. My mom had worked in a sex shop back in her day, and I never hid my line of work from my family, so I was telling a work story.

I was conscious that my dad was slightly more sensitive, so I was using pretty broad descriptions, but I happened to mention silicone lube and my nana asked, “What’s that?”

I went into full sales mode. Focused on the little reindeer cookie I was decorating I started info dumping, “Oh, it’s pretty great. Water based lubricants get absorbed through vaginal mucous membranes, but silicone is too dense and our body can’t absorb it the same way. So once you apply some silicone you never have to worry about chafing, and a little goes a long way. It’s especially popular with older women, because they start producing less natural lubricant and absorb water based lubes so quickly.”

There was a silent beat after this statement.

I looked up.

My mom and grandmother were looking at me with rapt attention, and I belatedly realized I was addressing two older women who probably would welcome extra lubrication.

And then there was my dad, blushing so pink with embarrassment that I thought he was about to faint.

“I can talk about something else,” I offered in apology to my dad.

“Like hell! He can go in the other room, tell me more!” My nana declared. My dad scampered off to busy himself in another room while I answered their questions and talked about brands and pricing.

I slipped them each a small bottle of silicone lube for the holidays.